All physics fans, keeping you all in health
Tell mr Erik Verlinde to go fuck himself
My equations have been proven in experiments, six sigma predictions
whereas your Emergent Gravity is nothing but fiction pic.twitter.com/dsvsLzqKRn

So let me diss your vision, give you some tuition
Put the dope in my description while my DJ get the mix on.
The only “microscopic bulk Hilbert space” is in the one in your pants
I had my Annus mirabilis, a 26 year old man
For you? It’s almost similar, buth Annus with a single N

Man, check out this rhyme-spittin’ fossil
Your dissected brain ain’t shit bro, mine’s colossal
As if I’d be shaking from insults from a patent clerk,
Who divorced his wife to watch his friggin’ cousin twerk

Daydreaming ‘bout your little thought experiments,
Disproving your own cosmological constant – a f*cking embarrassment
Your last effort last ditch – tried to go from special to general
But you’re a basic b*tch, I’ll bury this centennial!

And now I’m back on the mic for a 2nd round
Unruh temperature up as the groupies come down
On me that is. You wanna make fun of my wife?
Well too bad nobody cares about your personal life
I’m the big star here spittin’ dopest rhyme
My black and grey matter bending space and time pic.twitter.com/olxua2UruE

Enthropic gravity doesn’t work for galaxy curves
And your journalist fanclub is getting on everybody’s nerves
Your “code subspace” is a new dark matter of its own
Real physicists unimpressed by the shit that you’ve shown
I’m still rockin’ da club – the king on my throne.